Practice with “Loss,” C.K. Williams. The Piece in itself fascinated me with this idea about loss so i wanted to try to coax the idea out of an elegy for further drafting.
To the once was
piece of flesh
tinged with singed
coat tails
you aren’t in vain.Your cod scales
are immersed in worms and soiled
manure. Created with caked blood,
silent death your names are etched in.
The true gravestone that never withers.
There is a gravesite in all of us that cleaning
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